Revenge On Her Ex After Rebirth
Chapter 412 Manuel Is Recovering from the Leg Injury

Chapter 412 Manuel Is Recovering from the Leg Injury

Susan went in the door and found Tia there, but didn't see Justine or Manuel. So she walked into the room carelessly.

Tia saw her coming in and walked up to her immediately, "Mrs Johnson, you're back. Did you come back on your own? How are you feeling now? Is everything OK?"

"I'm fine." Susan said indifferently and asked, "Where are the others?"

"You mean Mr. Johnson and the Ms Knight?"

"Just answer me! Why so many questions?" Susan was impatient.

Tia thought Susan would be heartbroken after she lost the baby. However, she was still that hot-tempered and sharp-tongued person. "Ms Knight has left."

Susan smiled coldly. Of course Justine wouldn't live with her again now that she had lost the baby. 'That's her.' Susan thought to herself.

"And Mr Johnson, he left for the hospital in the early morning. Probably, he went there for his rehabilitation therapy." Tia explained and added, "Mrs Johnson, I'll call him right away if you want to see him." "No need. I feel much better without them around."

Tia couldn't do anything else but nod her head.

"I'm gonna take a nap in the room. Leave me alone."

"OK, Mrs Johnson. I've made chicken soup for you. Have some when you wake up. The Ms Knight urged me to take good care of you since you've just had a miscarriage and it's important for you to rest well. Otherwise, it'll do great harm to your health. Mrs Johnson, be sure to take good care in the coming month."

"Stop nagging! I know it." Susan ran out of patience, then she went in the room, and slammed the door abruptly.

Tia just bit back the words. She had just intended to remind her not to push the door so hard.

Susan returned to the room and lay on the bed. It was unbelievable that the morning sickness was suddenly all gone along with the baby, as if it hadn't been there inside her. She touched her underbelly unconsciously, wondering if the baby bump would be gone soon.

The remaining suffering inside of her could not be deterred.

Eyes red with tears, she told herself not to feel bad since she hadn't expected the baby. But she still got sad whenever she was alone and thought of it. She lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze. Actually, she had no idea how long it would take to get over the sadness of losing the baby.

In the hospital, Manuel was there for rehabilitation therapy.

Every rehabilitation therapy was killing him. Over and over again, the doctors hit the nerves in his legs with electric shock, so that they could replace out which part was responding. Besides, he had to keep practising walking, and he would fall to his face each time.

After today's rehabilitation therapy, Manuel was pale and sweaty like hell as usual. He wouldn't leave until he had rested for long in the restroom and pulled himself together. He came alone every time, because he didn't want anyone else to be sad for him or make Susan feel guilty.

He leaned against on the back of the sofa, breathing heavily, and calmed down. His attending came over, passed him a glass of water and said, "Looks great."

Manuel took over the water and said, "Thank you."

"You're doing a lot better than I've thought. Given your situation, I thought it would take at least one year for your right leg to recover, and the recovery of the left one would be decided by God. However, your right leg has fully recovered within such a short time and you could feel the left one since yesterday. By no strange coincidence, you can walk a few steps in two to three months without the help of a wheelchair or a walking stick. And I believe you can fully recover within half a year."

It was out of the doctor's expectation that Manuel had made such a big process in his rehabilitation therapy, and that could be marked as the most typical case in a medical career.

But Manuel just listened quietly and didn't seem too excited about his breakthrough of recovery. Instead, he looked calm and careless.

The doctor had spent some time with him and knew he wasn't much of a talker. Then he simply patted Manuel on the shoulder and said, "Keep up the good work!" Manuel nodded.

The doctor left the restroom.

Manuel turned his eyes and saw Henry, who was sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed in by a nursing worker. They looked at each other, and then Manuel looked away first.

"You've made a big progress in your rehabilitation therapy." Henry went straight to the point. Apparently, he'd overheard the conversation between Manuel and the doctor.

"What are you getting at?" Manuel asked.

"Susan agreed to marry you back then only because of your disabled legs. Now that your legs have recovered, doesn't it mean the marriage between you and Susan is over?" Henry said coldly and sarcastically.

Manuel snorted coldly and said, "It's the marriage between Susan and me. It's our business. What does it matter to you?"

"Susan loves me!" Henry uttered the words one by one, "So, what do you think?"

"Do you have the balls to marry Susan if I divorce her now?" Manuel said indifferently. Hearing it, Henry looked gloomy immediately.

"So, why bother if you dare not marry her? Or, Mr Parker, do you think no one deserves Susan if you can't?" Manuel said ironically.

"Manuel, just a heads-up. You'd better give up sooner if you don't want Susan to hate you more. By no means will Susan fall in love with you. You'll simply make her hate you more if you keep her around like that. Besides, your legs will fully recover in half a year. Don't you think Susan will divorce you by then? Manuel, I suggest you not ask for insult!" Henry smiled coldly. Then he told the nursing worker to wheel him out of the restroom.

In fact, he came over to check the rehabilitation site since he'd twisted his bones. To his surprise, he saw Manuel and happened to overhear the conversation between him and the doctor. He thought the marriage between Manuel and Susan would be completely over once Susan got to know it.

Henry left with an evil smile on his face. And Manuel just watched him leave. In fact, Henry was right about it. He had been asking for insults all the time.

Henry returned to the ward, lay on the bed and called Susan.

Susan just fell asleep. But she still picked up the phone, "Hi, Henry."

"Susan, are you sleeping?" He heard her confusing voice and asked.

"Yeah. What's up?" Susan managed to stay awake.

"Nothing much. I happened to see Manuel when I went for the consultation on my rehabilitation therapy just now." Henry told her honestly.

"Oh. OK." Susan appeared calm and indifferent on purpose.

"Do you know how his legs are recovering now?" Henry asked.